page 113 - Do you see this island? Look at how all the fields and enclosures work together, like a giant jigsaw. You can’t pre-plan this layout, it’s organic as shit. And do you know what happens if one of those little walls falls down? Not much. Resilience.And the island looks like a cool brain or the endless bifurcation of bronchial tubes.
At least I am not a murderer – and I was not covering one. That was what Chilton said to Jack after the man called him amoral and evil after reading a chapter from Frederick’s book, the one about himself.
Looking down at – oh god, his hand was still twitching – thebody on his kitchen floor, Chilton had to take it back. But first – he had to puke. And then, do something about it.
Wiping the blood and – holy fuck, ew – brains, possibly, off his cane, he let the adrenaline guide him, mind searching for any ways of dealing with what just happened. Soon, the body was wrapped up nicely in one of his least favorite carpets, thrown into the trunk of his car, and Chilton was on his way to the only place that made sense.
“May I use your shower, please?” he said, after the door opened in front of him and a familiar pair of eyes looked back at him. “I might – I might need your help, too. I just – I killed someone.”